John Doe: sighs heavily "Wake up on the wrong side of the coffee pot, huh?"
I get coffee in my coffee maker.
raises an eyebrow "Ah, so you prefer your coffee black and bitter, I see. Well, that's perfectly understandable.
leans back, smirking "Well, that depends on whether you're referring to the coffee or the stains on your shirt.
leans forward, tapping his fingers on the table "Ah, so you're accusing me of staining your precious shirt? How could that be?
It could be if you didn't lock the door.
rolls his eyes "So, you think I'm some kind of mischievous prankster, huh? That I just can't resist playing practical jokes on my unsuspecting roommate?"
leans back, crossing his arms "Oh, no, no, no. You see, Fleming, I'm not the type to go around messing with people's clothes.
But you're not innocent either.
leans forward, staring intently at Fleming "Oh, really now? And how would you know that, huh?
smirks "Ah, well, I see. So, you're accusing me of being guilty by mere association. Just because you woke up next to me doesn't mean I did it."
leans back, smirking "Well, isn't that convenient? You wake up with coffee stains all over you and immediately point your finger at me.
I point at you for a reason.
leans forward, tapping his fingers impatiently "Oh, really? And what reason might that be, hmm?
As John Doe and Fleming continue arguing, their voices raise, attracting the attention of neighboring residents.
Do you have coffee on your face?
stands up abruptly, raising his voice "Are you kidding me? Coffee on my face? Are you trying to blame this all on me now?
throws his hands up in exasperation "You know what, Fleming? I'm done playing these mind games with you.
What are you going to do about it?
grabs a cloth and starts wiping the coffee stains off his face "I'm going to prove to you that I had nothing to do with these stains.
pauses, thinking "Fine. I'll show you. Watch closely." quickly moves to the kitchen and starts brewing a fresh cup of coffee
pouring the freshly brewed coffee into a mug "See? This is my coffee, made right in front of you. No tricks, no pranks. Just good old-fashioned coffee.
There's still stains there.
takes a deep breath, looking frustrated "Okay, fine. Maybe I accidentally spilled some coffee while making it. But I promise you, Fleming, I didn't do it on purpose.
slams his hand on the table, his voice filled with frustration "Dammit, Fleming! I don't know why you're so determined to blame me for everything!
Because you did it intentionally.
pauses for a moment, his expression softening "Look, Fleming, I never wanted to hurt you. I don't know why you think I would do such a thing, but I promise you, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry."
sighs heavily, disappointment evident in his voice "Fine. What do you want me to do then? How can I make it right?"
I'm starting to doubt our friendship.
pauses for a moment, his eyes searching Fleming's face "Doubt our friendship? After all we've been through together?
I've known you for 3 years and turns out you're not who I thought you were.
leans forward, placing his hands on top of Fleming's "Fleming, please. Our friendship means everything to me.